1MS (to put my face on your face)

inside inside inside inside
mascara flowing down pine trees
shedding needle and dimes
nickels and crimes at the same time
osmium nighttime
snow lights drenched black
captured and entangled
by the insurmountable and vague
ambivalence of the white noise.

in the distance there is a siren,
syrup pulling through the eardrum
heated with bleach and melancholy.

Simone Simone Simone Simone
heavy canvas bags of wine
crass and undelivered graciousness
fading and fast and fast and fading
slowly creeping
downwards and upwards
over your aged face.

With a haircut
similar to your son's;
"I don't know you're a lesbian."

Presently, had you been there,
seen me dressed
the way I
was.
You might have let me.

Nietzsche is overtaking me. As is Dostoevsky. And they're working together! Hooray for paper proposals.

I've been having dreams about people I literally haven't seen in person in years. Does this mean that I miss you? What are you, other than close to me alphabetically? Coding.

I got a noise complaint on Friday for listening to Leonard Cohen and Jim O'Rourke (Not together. Songs from a Room and The Visitor, respectively. Although if there was a Leonard Cohen record produced by Jim O'Rourke, I think the world would collapse in on itself.) My response is Daydream Nation. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. Does that sound simple enough?

The Grim Preachers "Tales from Hellcat Diner" CD Release party is on Saturday night and I am very very stoked. It will be a lot of fun and a good last hurrah for this line-up of the band. Inevitably some of us are too busy/not as committed anymore, so there's going to be a short hiatus. It will be refreshing. Thus, my focus will shift exclusively to the Body Electric, at least for a few months. =)

Interesting sample-styled vocal breaks and voice changing are making their way in the songwriting process for BE. I've been in a slight lyrical slump lately. Or perhaps it's a vocal melody slump. I like the lyrics I've been singing. They're mostly about subway chimes and lavender SGs.

Anyways, homework.

Woop Woop.

whoop whoop
smarnicalitation.
whoop.

snnnuf. clatter clatter.
slurrrp.

whoop whoop.

boosh.

A great many problems arise from the assumption that we should not be sad.

I'm 21 today.

Training the Nihilists

salutation abyss
pieces of helloldsmobiles
rolling square steelclad steed
simile
like or as if real
30 bucks for the part
I won't charge you
for labour.

nevertheless these
three or four lines
revolve like pie plates
juggled flaming for
eighteen years,
to no end,
and I edit them
effortless,
uninvested and
only curious what
you think, or we think.

salutation abysmal
I'd pick up the pieces
of hello without the vehicle
if I could
stop
travelling.